The Summer I Wasn't Me by Jessica Verdi
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
The Summer I Wasn’t Me is to put it simply: problematic. First, there’s a lack of urgency in certain matters. Second, there’s an oversimplification in certain other things -and not just who was cast in the role of “baddy” or in what the same was capable of. And finally, there’s a lack of depth in the lot of them; you’d think depth would be present in at least one of them considering the place they all found themselves. But, NO.
To the first: there’s an almost blasé way things are treated in what eventually happens. I cannot fathom, why in the midst of that… nothing was done, neither for that matter was anything done immediately after; instead we had the romance between other protagonists FINALLY coming to fruition. In fact, “the dealing with” came almost moments before the end, like an afterthought. There’s no denying that things like this happen… yet, here it’s laid out as an “it happened/ it happens” manner.
Sadly, that’s not the only oversimplified aspect here. The “treatment” and the people behind it both felt false in depiction. The depiction in how others attempt to “fix” things felt unreal in how stupid things are allowed to play out. Worse though is where only some saw through it, there was the majority that didn’t. The question then became WHY… why some and not others? Considering not one character had a corner on the market for stupid (The protagonists in this were just as likely as the next to do the dumb thing) ‘Oversimplifcation?’ perhaps not... stupidly simple may be the better descriptive here.
But thank you, Net Galley!
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